"Wise, honey. Dinner Time!" , Mom said. 7:30pm, and it was Pizza Night. "Oh, Mom must be here from work." I got away from PiMD, "finally", then went to the stairs. "Psst. Baby. Don't go down there!", a mysterious whisper from the closet. "Wtf...uh..Mom?? What are you doing in there?", I replied confused. "I..I heard the voice, too." Wait...that got me thinking... "Didn't you call me for Dinner a minute ago?", still confused. "No, I didn't." "Then who's..." "I.. don't....know..." "Wise!!! Come down and eat!!", the voice downstairs. "Hide, Wise!, the voice in the closet. What...the fúck... Feelin' scarred, I ran to my room and locked the door. I went to the window, and was extremely puzzled!! Mom's car.....is not here...Her mercedes...is not there...what the fück..is going on... Suddenly, *KNOCK* *KNOCK* To be continued...
You can't kill it with fire! You have to whack it out with a stick and then drag it to the basement and chain it up and feed it poop
LOLOL. No. You shouldn't continue that. The plot was cliché and the words you use are simple at best.
u should totally kick weirdo in the closet, and throw talking pimd poo at the hobo in ur kitchen. Then u go outside screaming im the king of the world. Then just eat ur poo. ⇦ great story op shouldve involved pie
️Op has to start somewhere. The story intrigued me and made me what to know what was happening. Could use more detail. Better grammar, and such. But it's a lovely start, and writers tend to get better as they get more experience. So keep writing!?
Back to the story, I'd ****, and or piss my pants, jump outside the window, and make a hasty escape. Plot twist: The zombie apocalypse has begun. Your mom is murdered by a ******* ghost that wants to kill you. Run for your **** life *****.